I’m tired of aching, summer’s what you make it
But I’ll believe what I want to believe
Just a quick heads up for those that think I’m utterly morose because of my blog titles and such – sigh. I listen to music All The Stinkin’ Time when I’m working and generally just pull whatever I am listening to as the title. Kinda fun actually, and, dare I say – a rather nifty way to get words flowing – or is it the music that gets the words flowing? Reminds me of Barry Grimes and sestinas in 10th grade….
Words are just tools. Color, light and paint…smeared about. I look at words written and see the big picture – Impressionist Writing. Hmm…wonder if there is such a thing. As always, I seriously digress…
I’ve been wearing his ring, on my right hand. Not to be locked in the past, but to remember the beautiful stuff. I do love that I can think of him now. It’s that simple. I can just think about him. And I don’t start crying – well, not all the time…
I just feel an immense love.
Stockholm Syndrome by Yo Lo Tengo. He sent me the song August 2006 when I was in a less than optimal domestic situation. He was subtle like that. Not. 🙂